Chapter 28 undead

The strong wind blew out the moonlight, and the trees trembled, as if an invisible monster was climbing up the branches and climbing up the treetops, viciously cursing the distant lights.On such a night, the white ape stopped screaming, the cuckoo stopped singing, and all the voices disappeared, only the strong wind continued to let out a desperate howl like tearing the cloth. In the quiet room, Mei Zhaoxue was dressed in a black robe, kneeling in front of the Jesus statue, praying in a low voice. "Mrs. Cao, you have been praying for a long time, please rest." Father Peter walked behind her and advised softly in his not-so-fluent Chinese.

Mei Zhaoxue did not respond, and continued to whisper: "I called, but you refused to listen. I stretched out my hand, but no one paid attention. Instead, I abandoned all my advice and refused to accept my blame..." Father Peter shook his head, turned and walked away. Behind her, Mei Zhaoxue's faint voice of prayer still continued: "I will laugh when you are in disaster. When fear comes to you, I will laugh. When fear comes to you, it is like a strong wind; when disaster comes, it is like a storm. Distress and pain come to you .Then you will call on me, but I will not answer; you will seek me earnestly, but you will not find me..."

Father Peter came out of the quiet room, came to Li Zhongxiu, and spread his hands together: "Li, you should persuade her." "Why should you persuade her? Everyone has their own troubles, the darkest secrets in the heart, and they always need to be poured out, and Christ Jesus, I have to say, is the best listener, because he I will remain silent forever." Li Zhongxiu said flatly. "Keeping silence is a very good virtue, isn't it? Moreover, I remember an old saying in Ming Dynasty called 'the golden man keeps his mouth shut'. It can be seen that silence is not only a virtue, but also a great wealth." The old priest smiled slyly, originally stumbling His Mandarin suddenly became extremely fluent.

"Confucius Zhou looked at the Taimiao. Before the right steps, there was a man of gold. He kept his mouth shut. He wrote on his back and said: 'In ancient times, people who were cautious in their speech were also cautious. Take precautions! Don't talk too much, talk too much and lose too much. .' This is the origin of the 'golden man keeps silent'." Li Zhongxiu glanced at Father Peter lightly, "So Father, don't you think you talk too much?" A trace of fear flashed across Father Peter's face, and he bowed his head respectfully: "Yes, I am too talkative, please forgive me."

Li Zhongxiu walked slowly to the bronze water leak next to him, and took a look: "The time is almost up, get ready to go." "Yes, Young Master." Father Peter bowed deeply again. "I hope to enjoy a good show tonight." Li Zhongxiu said quietly, with an unfathomable light flashing in his eyes. The wind howled and whipped his robes like black waves. Inside the house, Mei Zhaoxue got up quietly, came to the bronze statue of Jesus, stretched out her catkin, gently caressed the body of Jesus, and then stretched out her finger and pressed lightly on the navel.With a soft sound, the chest and abdomen of the bronze statue of Jesus suddenly separated, revealing the secret that had been hidden for many years.

Long black hair, gorgeous brocade robes, and a completely white face without facial features—it was a three-foot-tall faceless puppet. Mei Zhaoxue took out the puppet, and gently hugged it in her arms, a faintly beautiful smile appeared on her lips. The strong wind is raging on the earth, it raises gravel, pulls roof tiles, even a small hut is not spared, crazily pulls the thatch on the roof, venting its anger and dissatisfaction. In the narrow thatched hut, the solitary lamp is like a bean. Ouyang Gaolun hunched over, sitting alone in front of the lamp, mumbling endlessly: "Where is the thread, where is my thread..."

Silently, Xiao Quan, dressed in blue, came to him, stretched out his hand, between his tiny fingers, he was pinching a long crystal clear silk thread. "Thread, my thread..." Ouyang Gaolun took the silk thread, his eyes flashed with obsession, he suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Xiaoquan, "I still need thread, a lot of thread, a lot of thread..." Xiaoquan turned around and went out of the house in a daze, and when he turned around again, he already had a one-foot-square mahogany box in his hand.He put the wooden box on the table and quietly stepped aside.

Ouyang Gaolun's old brown-spotted hands trembled when he pressed the spring, and the lid of the box popped open. Inside the wooden box is a row of red sandalwood boards, each board is wrapped with crystal clear silk thread. Ouyang Gaolun gently caressed these thread boards, like a dead spirit stroking a lover's dry bones.Suddenly, he raised his head and laughed like a cry: "Line! My thread! Hahaha! My thread! Hahahaha!" The thin and hoarse laughter was like crazy, and it spread far and far in the strong wind. The night wind beat against the door, and the door latch rattled non-stop, trying desperately to keep the peace in the house.

On the marble Arhat bed, Cao Bian was still unconscious with his eyes closed. "Is it okay for him to look like this?" Gu Yinglan turned her head and asked Wang Biyan who was sitting blankly. At this moment, the woman who looked at the smoke and the charming woman looked lonely, staring at the faded purple tassel in front of the couch, as if it was the epitome of her life. "Little teacher, are you alright?" Seeing that she should not answer, Gu Yinglan asked again. "What? Oh, I'm fine..." Wang Biyan recovered and forced a smile. Gu Yinglan hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Little teacher, tell me, is Master really the murderer?"

"Who knows?" Wang Biyan sighed faintly. "Aren't you his pillow person? How could you not know?" Gu Yinglan asked puzzled. "People's feelings are turned upside down like waves, Prime Minister Bai still presses his sword to know. So what if it's the person next to him? In this world, no one can really make people understand. What's more... what's more, the head of the sect has never had a place for me in his heart." Wang Biyan smiled bitterly. Gu Yinglan blinked, and was about to ask again, when there was a knock on the door outside the room.

In the middle of the night, who will come to visit?Wang Biyan and Gu Yinglan looked at each other, both terrified in their hearts. "Who is it?" Wang Biyan asked. The people outside the door seemed to answer, but the wind was so loud that they couldn't hear it clearly. The two plucked up their courage, held hands and walked towards the door together.But he did not see that Cao Bianzheng, who had been unconscious all this time, slowly opened his eyes on the marble bed. The time had come, and his acupoints were unlocked. The wind blows into the desolate cemetery, awakening the sleeping souls one by one.The withered and yellow weeds dance wildly in response, and the innocent souls in the tomb also sing in the wind. In front of Li Wuxin's tomb, a shriveled hand lit an oil lamp tremblingly. The dim light illuminated the wrinkled old face, and it turned out to be the crazy mother-in-law at the bottom of the mountain.At this moment, endless confusion and madness flashed alternately in her cloudy old eyes. "Xiaoshanzi, grandma is here to take you home. You are not here, grandma is so lonely... Be good, come out quickly, and go home with grandma." She stroked the grave and whispered. Suddenly, she seemed to hear something, she was slightly taken aback: "What, what did you say?" Then, she pressed her ear to the grave, and nodded while listening: "Okay... okay... don't worry... leave it to me... grandma will definitely avenge you... definitely..." There was an ugly and ferocious smile on his face. Finally, she raised her head, stood up straight with difficulty, leaned on crutches, and tremblingly held up the oil lamp: "The dark moon kills the night, the wind is high and the sky is on fire... the moon is black and the night is killing people, the wind is high and the sky is on fire... Moon The black killing night, the wind is high and the sky is on fire..." While talking like this, he staggered towards Qiansitang. Qiansitang. The strong wind, like the black anger jetting out from the ghostly hell, never stops rushing towards this magnificent golden palace, pushing it, whipping it, peeling off its hypocritical wall skin, and sharply cutting every part of it. A rafter, venting out the vicious resentment that has been hidden for a long time. Cao Zhong sat quietly in the middle of the lobby, surrounded by layers of bright light composed of hundreds of butter candles. Although there was an ocean of golden light all around, the main hall looked extraordinarily deep tonight.In the corner, between the beams and the pillars, the darkness is as thick as sticky blood, slowly eroding the light inch by inch.In the blood-soaked darkness, there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes watching him. They were puppet ghosts who had been manipulated all their lives. They were resurrected in the darkness, whispering to each other, and cursing him viciously. Low, there seemed to be laughter coming from outside.The laughter was hoarse, low, gloomy and weird, intermittent in the wind, as piercing and terrifying as a blade scraping a bone. Cao Zhong's heart tightened, and the hairs all over his body stood upside down. Suddenly, as if being pushed by an invisible giant hand, the door of the palace opened wide.The cold wind rushes towards his face in an instant like an assassin who has found a gap.All around, the candlelight swayed violently, and then it was extinguished one after another as if being brushed by the black sleeve of the god of death. When the last candle was extinguished, the hall was suddenly plunged into darkness. Cao Zhong clasped the armrests of the grand master's chair tightly with both hands, breathing hard. "Who? Who's there?" He asked in a deep voice.What answered him was still that low, weird laugh like a ghost grinding its teeth. "It's just a monster, something that can't be seen!" Cao Zhong said coldly.After all, he is the head of a faction, although he was startled, he never lost his bearing. The laughter stopped.In the darkness, only the sound of the wind was left whimpering. "Hey——" the sound of phosphorus fire spontaneously ignited, and a small ball of orange light lit up not far away. A white candle was held in a pale human hand.The skin color of that hand was so weird under the candlelight, like the color of a corpse after blood loss. "Light up your face! Let me see who is playing tricks!" Cao Zhongda shouted. Sure enough, the candlelight moved up slowly, illuminating the face of the visitor. Under the loose long hair was a pale face with no facial features, but what was strange was that Cao Zhong clearly felt that face was smiling, full of mocking and vicious sneer. "No... face... puppet..." Cao Zhong gasped. "Jie Jie... Jie Jie..." The faceless puppet suddenly let out a shrill, piercing laugh. It laughs so loudly that its shoulders tremble, its body twitches, its voice is hoarse, its breath stops, and the hatred accumulated for many years is like fine sand in a leak. It empties too, so that the laughter eventually turns into a faint sob. What kind of laughter is that, and what kind of hatred! "You... who are you?" Facing such crazy and terrifying laughter, Cao Zhong's voice could not help trembling no matter how determined he was. "Who am I? Jie Jie, who am I?" The faceless puppet looked up and laughed loudly, "Who am I? Who am I? Who am I!" The three words "Who am I" echoed throughout the hall, and the lingering sound continued for a long time. Cao Zhong's face suddenly changed: "It's you...it's you?!" The laughter stopped abruptly. "That's right, you recognized me." The faceless puppet chuckled lightly, cheerful and frantic, "So what? So what? Cao Dingkun, Cao Dingkun, don't you want to rise to the top? Don't you want to soar into the sky? Why? So lonely, stuck in a chair? Your all-pervading tricks? Your insidious smile? Your sanctimonious hypocrisy? Your jackal ambition? You look like this, How should I describe it? A tiger falls in peace? No, no, no, you are not a tiger, you are a jackal, a wild dog that will eat back at its master! By the way, you are a dog! A dog that loses its family! Tsk tsk tsk tsk, a dignified puppet The head of the door has turned into a dog. Poor, sad, sad..." "Shut up!" Cao Zhong roared angrily. "Hush—" the faceless puppet twitched its index finger, "Quiet, be quiet. Don't wake up the souls of the ancestors. Don't you feel it? In the Qiansi Hall tonight, these ancient puppets are about to move... ..." "what do you really want?" "What do I want..." The Faceless Puppet tilted his head, as if he was thinking seriously, "Yes, I want to burn your eyes with incense, pour mercury into your ears, and use an iron brush to tear off your skin one by one. Flesh—I want to kill you, I want to kill you so much! I can't sleep thinking about it, I'm itching all over! Yeah, just thinking about it makes me itchy all over, right down to the marrow. You know Is that kind of taste? It’s like ten thousand ants crawling in your body, making you want to bite off your lips..." Then, it shook its head again, "But no, you can't die yet. Once you die , that Yunji-san will have doubts, and everything I have done all these years will be in vain. So you have to live, drooling like an idiot, sucking your fingers, and living incontinently in front of me..." "You're dreaming! Come on! Come on!" Cao Zhong yelled. "Come on! Come on!" the faceless puppet shouted louder, and then smiled strangely, "Shout, why don't you shout? You forgot, in order to prevent eavesdropping, this Qiansitang Double walls were installed, and pottery urns were added to the inner walls for sound insulation, no matter how loud you scream, no one can hear you. Aren’t these all your designs? How could you forget?” Cao Zhong stopped shouting, out of breath, staring at the faceless puppet. "Unfortunately, I can't slowly appreciate your ugliness." The faceless puppet took out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a red pill, and shook it at Cao Zhong, "Look, this little A elixir for you that will instantly make you ecstatic and forget all your troubles. This is a very lucky ending for you. Come on, it's getting late, let's end it all... "While speaking, he slowly approached Cao Zhong. It obviously enjoyed the process very much, deliberately slowed down its pace, and kept shaking its head, admiring Cao Zhong struggling on the chair with relish. Just when it approached the distance of three steps in front of Cao Zhong, a sudden change occurred! The panic in Cao Zhong's eyes suddenly disappeared, his eyes turned cold, he jumped up, reached out his hand suddenly, and clasped the faceless puppet's left wrist!The faceless puppet was attacked suddenly, but he remained calm in the face of danger. With a flick of his finger, the elixir was shot into Cao Zhong's mouth! At this time, as long as Cao Zhong is really lucky, he can subdue the opponent, but how dare he take the risk of becoming an idiot?He had no choice but to turn his head to avoid the pill. The faceless puppet straightened the back of his hand, and the knuckles of his middle finger tapped Cao Zhong's Neiguan acupoint.Cao Zhong's forearm went numb, and the strength in his hand suddenly loosened.The faceless puppet took the opportunity to shake its strength, escaped from Cao Zhong's five-finger lock, and retreated ten feet away! "Your acupoints are unlocked?!" It asked coldly. "It's not that it's untied, it's that it wasn't clicked in the first place." Cao Zhong said indifferently, the original expression of fear has long since disappeared. "What did you say? You haven't been acupunctured?" The faceless puppet's heart was beating wildly, and the back was dripping with cold sweat. "Could it be that all of this is..." "That's right, all of this is a scam, a trap to lure you into the trap, a clever and realistic drama..." In the darkness, someone answered loudly. The faceless puppet turned around abruptly, looked in the direction of the voice, and said through gritted teeth, "Yun-ji-sang!" "That's right, it's me." Yun Jisang, dressed in white, stepped out of the darkness lightly, flicked his fingers, and a flame flew out from between his fingers. Wherever he passed, extinguished candles were rekindled, "Then, I And what should I call you? Faceless puppet? Faceless? Yanshi? Or—"